"I am willing to trust them," he said, equably.
For the life of her, Mrs. Caswell could think of no other biting thing to say, so she took her departure.
"Come, Joseph," she ordered, as she passed down the steps to the hedge-bordered walk.
Caswell stopped for an instant to hold out his hand to the dentist.
"Sorry, immensely sorry, old chap. Awful mess she's made. If there's any way I can"——
"Joseph!" reiterated Mrs. Caswell from the gateway.
And Joseph obeyed.
"Have a fresh cigar, Parkin. And you, Fremont," said Dr. Harford, as the six left behind settled back in their chairs and hammock for a good half-hour review of Mrs. Caswell and her mischief-making.
"By George! this was an original plan of yours, Harford," exclaimed Fremont.
"Indeed it was," murmured little Mrs. Fremont.